City dumps are such exciting places to spend an afternoon. You just never know what obscure, abandoned, neglected THINGS you’re going to find here. Look at this. A motorcycle engine. Beer cans. Plastic ware. A muddy issue of some pornography magazine. What’s this. My stars, will you look at this! Did this fall off some truck or railroad car or something? Glucose Test Supplies, by London World Laboratories, Inc. It’s full! Should I take a diabetes test, right here in the city garbage landfill? No, don’t think so. Let’s not and say—we did. Boy, I have half a mind to have this shipped back to the address indicated on the box. It’s in North Dakota. Do I have any cash on me? Not too much, only a couple of bucks. So much for that. What else is here? A stray rat, to keep me company while I’m scavenging along with him. Don’t you get anywhere near me now, you creature. I’m alive and doing fine, thank you. There it goes: whew. A costume bracelet, more old magazines, here’s a picture of a sailor in a beautiful silver frame. Now that’s got to be worth something. I’ll just grab—oh, no, here comes Officer Unfriendly. A female police officer! They’re the toughest kind. Time to Splitsville!